Laz hired some guys to turn one of the fields into a small runway. It’s not the smoothest surface, but it works.
And now we’re getting to use it for its intended purpose—to bring our omega home.
She’s quiet in the back seat, still looking out the window. So I’m surprised when she doesn’t say anything as I pull into the old farm’s driveway and head toward the run-down house at the end.
When I park, though, she frowns. “This isn’t the airport.”
“It’s our airport,” I tell her, exiting the car and moving to the back door to open it before she can try to hit the locks.
She peers up at me. “Did you borrow someone’s old farm and land a jet in their backyard?” Surprisingly, she exits while she speaks, making my job rather easy as I close the door behind her and go to the trunk.
“Something like that,” I admit. “We didn’t want to deal with the local airport and their traffic control.”
“Hmm.”
That’s all she says, and I wonder if she’s starting to question who I am. However, she doesn’t stop me from grabbing her bag, and she follows me around the house toward the waiting jet in the field.
It’s all lit up and pretty, just waiting for us to board and take off.
My lips curl.The fireworks are about to begin.
Because the moment our girl sees who’s waiting for her on board, she’s going to backpedal fast.
Which is why I pause at the bottom of the stairs and wave for her to head up first.
I’m about to be the wall that closes her in.
She gives me a once-over, her perfume sweetening the air. I almost ask her if it’s an invitation to taste her, but she starts up the stairs before I get a chance to speak.
That’s fine.
Her actions provide me with a delectable view of her hips and her tight ass.Definitely knotting her there.
My dick leaks a little more, making me wonder if I’m about to go into a rut.
Every part of me is strung tight, my muscles clenching as I admire my omega’s athletic legs.Mmm, fucking exquis…My brow furrows as the thought trails off in my head.Is that…?My eyes narrow at her ankle, the hint of a bulge that shouldn’t exist causing my breath to halt.
I nearly bark out a laugh, utterly entertained by what I assume is a weapon of some kind.
Dear God, I think I’m in love.
Our omega is packing.
Oh, Laz is going to lose his ever-loving shit when he realizes I didn’t frisk her for toys.
My lips curl, eagerness hammering through me as I all but sprint up the stairs after her.
I’ve got to see what she has planned.
She walks into the jet like she owns it, her blonde hair glowing like a damn halo beneath the lights. Only, she freezes upon seeing Johan seated in an executive chair, his laptop balanced along one leg as his ankle is propped up by his opposite knee.
Laz is nowhere to be found, which suggests he’s either stepped into the back for a call, or he’s planning some sort of grand entrance.
He’s the only one our omega might recognize. And once she does, all bets will be off.
I set her bags in a compartment overhead, wanting my hands free for whatever is about to happen.
“Is my brother here?” the little bee demands.
